This is a song about "Left"

That left ya without hope

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

Never ever pay rent

With the rest who are left

All the people you left behind.

Should be harder to find

Take the exit, the nearest left

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

I know the world been waiting for that

So with your mind left exploded

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

My insurrection: left rejected or disgraced

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

Then called her dickface, she call the connect

That was good shit, is there any left